#iwaoi ff

[levbolton]

1000 years of prison to anyone that depicts your ship as a heteronormal bs instead of owning up that people can have a much wider variety of dynamics in relationships

[fangirlism-for-life]

Im supposed to be sleeping but im thinking of Yahaba being an Oikawa fanboy hc and that it would make for a great kyouhaba/iwaoi ff if Yahaba had a crush on Oikawa, and that leads to them developing a friendship.

Plsss if there are any ffs w these two having a close friendship send me the names 🤧🤧

Also these pics of happy Seijoh >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[nitaekook]

Overdrive

by nitaekook | 1/? | NR | 3,186

Iwaizumi Hajime, a former MotoGP racer, struggles with life after a career-ending accident. Isolated and restless, he’s invited by Bokuto to an underground street race, where he unexpectedly encounters Oikawa Tooru. Watching Oikawa dominate the race with a custom-built car, Iwaizumi is impressed by his skill and drive. The thrill of the event stirs something in Iwaizumi, and though he tries to push it away, he can’t shake the pull of the racing world he thought he’d left behind.

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Coming Soon 💕

[needsmoresleepwrites]

Gift for TachibanasWife: Hajime laughs, “Are you going to ask me if I’d still love you if you were a worm again?” (IwaOi, HQ)

Would you still love me if I were the size of a truck?

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tags: omegaverse, pregnancy, implied antenatal depression, comfort

note: i've picked up a few more HQ gotcha fics after pinch hits were opened up and here's one of the (surprisingly many?) pregnancy fics i picked up. enjoy~

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Tooru has mixed feelings when he ends up pregnant. He imagines himself in a few months, all stretched out in the middle with no clothes big enough to fit him. He’ll have giant swollen feet, will probably be lucky if he can see them, and won’t be able to go to the bathroom alone. He’s sure that by the time he’s six months pregnant, Hajime will be tired of him and he’ll be giving birth alone!

Hajime notices he’s spiraling and pinches his cheeks to get him to focus again, “I’m not going to leave you.”

“But I won’t be pretty anymore,” Tooru tells him. He’s only half joking. He knows Hajime isn’t the type of person to care about stuff like that, but…pregnancy was a big change. Not just physically. Their lives would be different from here on out. What if he gave birth and Hajime changed his mind about being a father with him? 

His husband kisses him and then whispers, “You’re always going to be the prettiest. Now stop fishing for compliments!”

Tooru pouts, “You only say that now because I’m not the size of a truck!”

Hajime laughs, “Are you going to ask me if I’d still love you if you were a worm again?”

“No,” he grins, “I’m going to ask if you’d still love me if I were the size of a truck.”

His husband pulls him close and starts to scent him, “I would.”

“I’ll be all hard edges and cold and huge. I won’t fit on normal roads.”

He gets a kiss on his temple, “It’s fine. We’ll take the long way. And listen to that cringey pop music you love.”

Tooru is already feeling sleepy from their scenting but he weakly pounds on Hajime’s chest, “Pop music isn’t cringey. It’s stylish. And catchy. I’ve heard you humming it before. Fake hater.”

He feels the rumble of laughter as he closes his eyes. 

Scenting soothes Tooru. 

It always has but it helps even more after he’s pregnant. He’s not sure why but doubts easily worm their way into his head nowadays and he’s glad he has Hajime at his side to keep him grounded. He’d never known having a child would be so exhausting, not just physically but also mentally (His mother laughs when he tells her, I just thought I’d feel bad for two weeks and that it would hurt 9 months after that! )

It helps when he reads books like The 101s of Childbirth, What the Media Hides About Childbirth, a Guide For Pregnant Parents by Real Birthgivers, How to Raise Independant and Healthy Kids, Simple and Easy Exercises for Omegan Parents, and Will My Body Ever Recover? 10 Easy Steps to Get Back Your Pre-Pregnancy Body by Award Winning Pregnancy Coach Tanaka Jun. Hajime tells him that he doesn’t need books like the last one. That his body will always be perfect. He scowls down at some of the advice and tells him, Your body is changing so that you can nurture our baby properly, during the pregnancy and after. 

Tooru isn’t easily pacified. He whines, “But you’re my husband! You’re supposed to say mushy things like that!”

Hajime sighs but looks determined, “Ok. If you’re really worried, I can take care of researching that aspect of pregnancy. You’re already stressed enough.”

And he does. Tooru has seen more reputable titles on his desk (Building Body Fat for a Healthy Pregnancy, 10 Ways to Help Keep Your Mobility While Pregnant) and in his bookmarks (5 Ways My Wife Helped Decrease My Stress During Pregnancy, What I Wish I Knew Before I Became Pregnant (And How I Improved My Mental Health)). They start doing simple workouts at home, which are mainly stretching and breathing focused. It helps him relax 

The scenting especially helps when the morning symptoms finally kick in and when the bump finally grows from the size of a peach to the size of a volleyball. 

He feels so undesirable in those moments. 

“Let’s go out on a date,” Hajime tells him one day when Tooru is under so many blankets, brooding. 

“Don’t wanna.”

“Didn’t you say you were craving something sweet?” he asks and Tooru feels himself crumble.

“I am…”

Hajime snakes a hand under the blankets to rub at his belly, “Let’s go for a walk. We can get some fresh air.”

He doesn’t need to tell him he’s worried about Tooru staying cooped in for days for him to understand. He gets out of bed and his feet are slightly sore. Hajime takes no pity, telling him it’s his fault for hibernating in their nest while he’s been busy at work. Then apologizes for being so busy that week. He massages his feet before they go out. 

Walks are miracle workers. They must be because it helps improve his mood. 

He loves being bathed by Hajime’s scent but it’s fall now and the smell of the crisp air, of the falling leaves, and the flow of the river…it all makes him feel at peace. It also helps that he’s finally eaten something sweet. It doesn’t satisfy the crave completely, but it’s a start. 

They hold hands as they sit down near the playground. It’s a weekend so it’s full of children laughing and running around, and families walking their dogs. Tooru watches, transfixed, at how many pregnant parents are walking around. 

He’s the first in their group of friends to get pregnant. Some of them don’t want children and others have said they’re not ready yet. He got congratulatory messages and Hinata had been hounding him for details about everything. Even Ushijima had sent him a message. A simple ‘I’m happy for you’. Kageyama had asked if he needed anything about two months ago and Tooru had left him on read (until Hajime told him he was being petty). His reply might have been petty

He grins, “Iwa-chan! Let’s take a picture!”

Hajime smiles, “It’s been a while since you last called me that…”

And Tooru realizes it’s true. He feels his eyes water slightly, “Sorry. I’ve just been…it’s been hard…”

“Don’t,” Hajime tells him, “You don’t have to apologize. Ever.”

They take a few pictures but they’re not exactly what Tooru wants, and it isn’t until another expecting couple walks over and offers to take their picture that he’s satisfied. 

He posts the picture onto his Instagram. He hadn’t updated it in months. He thinks it’s easier like this. In the caption he writes: Iwa-chan and I went on a date! Iwa-chan, tell me how pretty I look #pregnantandbeautiful

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[mountainscenerysblog]

So you’re telling me there ISN’T an iwaoi ff where Iwaizumi is a grumpy policemen who responds to a noise complaint call and the noise complaint is Oikawa’s party?

And when Iwaizumi pulls up at the doorstep, and Oilawa opens the door, the latter takes one look at him, proceeds to pull him inside and yells out, “The strippers are here, and this one’s mine!” to loud cheering and wolf-whistling.

Meanwhile, Iwa is so embarrassed/confused/flattered that he just stands there trying to make sense of this gorgeous man in front of him. Oikawa thinks his flirting must be working, so in a bid of drunken bravery he trails a hand down Iwaizumi’s chest, while shooting an outrageous wink at the policeman.

Things seem to be going well until Iwaizumi pulls out his police ID.

Oikawa literally faints.

They get married in winter

(Oh, and everyone knows about Iwa’s misadventure by lunch the next day, obviously)

[nixeau]

Pssst hey! Yeah you, you lookin' for some good Wattpad Haikyuu ship fics?

I gotchu covered (FT. Hqheaven cuz she's the best)

10. Fallen Angel (IwaOi)

Good soup, would read again. Ending was unexpected but also so fricken good.

It's angel au, except it's only Iwaizumi whose the demon who becomes attracted to Oikawa

9. Atlantis (IwaOi, DaiSuga & BokuAka)

It's the captain x Setter troupe trio, what am I supposed to do? Not like it? Now, that's just blasphemy

I love this for the sole reason that Kenma was a vibe, ngl. Mans was to lazy to even DIE

8. To annoy the grim reaper (KuroKen)

7. King (BokuAka)

I love the whole thing, but ngl, I wished it was a whole story

6. Pretend Fiance (DaiSuga)

Teeth rotting, and holy crap the plot twist. It's friend to lovers with the slight sprinkle of fake/pretend I mean obvs

There's also Mafia au, if you squint

5. Paradise (IwaOi)

Its fallen Angel's sequel, you gotta read it

I mean, don't you wanna know what happened to Oikawa after the last chapter?

Cause I did

4. Chimerical (Kuroken)

Its a little triggering, considering the themes but man it is good

Im sorry its been a while since I last read this but all I remember is that its flipping good, like stay up at 3am good

3. Prince (LevYaku)

The fact that this is the only LevYaku in my list is telling

It's Fantasy au, it has a lot of ships, it covers a lot of characters and how they came to be, excellent world building (if I say so my self), it's mild angst and it even has so much after stories. It's my ideal ff, ngl

2. Honey, I think I'm gay (IwaOi & MatsuHana)

It's kinda slowburn, with 2 ships and friends to lovers. AND Chef Iwa!!! it's tagged Butler au tho, do what you will with that info With addition of meme lords Hanamaki and Matsukawa

As an added bonus, you get to hate someone :DD

And of course

1. Best Mistake (IwaOi)

It's angst like full on angst. Like the type to make you cry 3x which I deffo didn't its so freaking good that this is one of my best of all time.

If I said pretend Fiance has plot twist? This one has plot twist on a plot twist

Be warned tho, its not happy ending it full on, tear jerking, will you make throw your phone at 3am worthy

Also a bunch of quotable stuff (I think there's an AO3 version, but I've never found it)

If you read any of these or all of these, tell me cuz I think I've just found my new bestie

If not check them out and tell me what you think?

Maybe. I dunno, man.

[johnssmile127]

OK HEAR ME OUT.

[findingschmomo]

Fic Writer Questions

@spinyfruit tagged me in this and so im actually gonna do it

1.) How many works do you have on AO3

oof. officially? 54 fics.

unofficially? (aka including my anon fics) 66 fics

I also have some orphaned works from FF that im not counting tho

2.) What’s your total AO3 count?

I'm assuming this means word count? If so: 1,192,409

3.) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I have written for:

Haikyuu

Hetalia

Hunter x Hunter

Spy x Family

Free!

Sk8

My Next Life as a Villainess

Puppet History

Deltarune

So 9.

4.) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My top 5 Kudos fics are all Haikyuu LMAO.

#Betrayal (IwaOi, Kudos: 6,349)

And All the Prince's Men (IwaOi, KageHina, Kudos: 4,219)

The Sweetest Smile (KyouHaba, IwaOi, Kudos: 3,950)

Melt Me With Your Gaze (IwaOi, Kudos: 3,264)

Anonymous Fic : ) (Kudos: 3,155)

The Best I Ever Had (IwaOi, Kudos: 2,450)

5.) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Okay i'm only counting fics that have endings, and are not anonymous. But honestly? I dont write many angsty endings. Don't get me wrong, i go hard on angst, but my endings are usually fairly happy.

I guess it would have to be Out of the Oven and Into the Fire (RusAm ABO). But even then, it's the third story in a four part series. But this one deffo ends sad.

6.) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Like ALL of my stories lmao. Or the vast majority. I feel like counting the oneshots that are just fluff to begin with is cheating. I guess I'd go with Courting Disaster because it has a very fluff ending.

7.) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I HAVE ONLY EVER WRITTEN ONE CROSSOVER. AND IT WAS A SECRET SANTA GIFT FOR MY HORRIBLE GIRLFRIEND WHO REQUEST THE PROFESSOR/SPAMTON SMUT FIC.

PuppetRune: Cursed Route

8.) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write....a LOT of smut. Basically all of it is explicit m/m. I've written a lot of ABOverse stuff too now. Most of my anon fics are just porn I am uncomfy having tied to my name x)

9.) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I typically don't. I have this weird worry that ppl might percieve it as me inflating my comment number? I only respond if someone is asking a question or I recognize the username and wanna say hi.

10.) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

oh hunny. i've gotten death threats. I literally had to get AO3 admin involve because two users were stalking my one fic demanding i kill myself, my readers kill themselves and that I report myself to the police....on like every chapter update..which meant they were subscribed (?)

ive also gotten very annoying entitled ones, demanding i change things but idk if that's classified as hate.

but 9/10 times every comment i recieve is wonderful and lovely.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've had links to my fics posted on good reads which i HATE. but no i dont think anythings been full on stolen hopefully.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep!

#Betrayal was translated to Spanish

The Best I Ever Had was translated to Thai

Melt Me With Your Gaze was translated to Russian

13.) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes I have! All three times with @notallballs for the Sk8 fandom

Get (Un)Lucky (LanReki)

Ready when you are (LanReki)

Camera Ready (LanReki)

It was a really fun experience to do!

14.) What’s your all time favorite ship?

TOUGH. I'll always be a ho for IwaOi. But RusAme owned my high school years and has made a startling comeback.

15.) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but you don’t think you ever will?

Honestly, probably Apart from the Pack (UshiIwaOi). I love that fic. I love the world building i was able to create and explore. I have an idea for an ending, but I just can't really bring myself to write Haikyuu rn :////

16.) What are your writing strengths?

My favorite thing in the world is to write dialogue. I LOVE IT. ITS MY PASSION. And not to toot my own horn, but i think I'm fairly good at it.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Honestly probably grammar lmao. Like, the really nitpicky stuff. I also think I could get better at writing descriptions of things.

18.) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I've done it. I've gone back and forth on it. I mostly don't, except for fics like My Salvation (RusAme) where the whole point is the existence of a language barrier.

19.) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

WARRIOR CATS

IT WAS A CRACK FIC AND I AM STILL ASHAMED

20.) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

OOF! I love so many of them. Let me at least do top 3.

Bridge the Gap (UshiIwaOi) will always be special to me. I pour my entire heart and soul into that. It's not as popular as all my other Haikyuu fics (because of the pairing lol) but I really do think its my best work.

A Human Invention (RusAme) is also special to me. It's my most ambitious work imo, because each update required SO MUCH RESEARCH. And I just really loved being able to play with heavy themes and philosophize on the nature of existence. If only I could just write the last god damn chapter

Now, here's a curveball: A Challenge (Keith/Geordo) My one and only My Next Life as a Villainess fic. I think it's one of my best oneshot porn fics. I had SO much fun writing it even though no one read it lmao.

Idk who to tag so i'm just gonna not. this already took wayyyy too long to do. but it was fun!

[angellesword]

holy shit ! u're really an amazing author?? i never checked ur ao3 because i'm only interested in jungkooks fics and you post them here all in tumblr. but hello??? i just read your haikyuu!! fanfic of iwaizumi and oikawa and let me tell you!!! it's the best thing i have ever read! i dont have an ao3 account so let me just scream here lol your take on oikawa is on point! love how he stayed in character and iwaizumi too 🥺 i hope you write more about haikyuu! i will eat up any ship atp because i'm haikyuu! deprived but kagehina and iwaoi 4ever 🤘

hi haha! mmm, that is actually my first haikyu ff 😆❤️ thanks you for your kind comment huhuhu as an oikawa kinnie, i really try to capture the essence of his personality. i will probably write more hq content soon....i agree with your ships, but right now i'm leaning toward ushioi, tsukikage, and kozuken hehe love uuu, anon!

[atrashcanraccoon]

iwaoi ff part 2 today? more likely than you think

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[afaimsarrowverse]

Two Lonley Souls:

Haikyuu!-Fic,Spin-Off von „Lonley at the Top“

Pairings: IwaOi, KuroKen, Backround KageHina und Bokuto/Akaashi

Warnings: Manga- und Film-Spoiler, Japanische Schreibweise der Namen, Angst, homophobes Umfeld, asexuelle Panik, Depression, viel Interdating wird erwähnt, erforscht Kenmas Demisxexualität und Oikawas Minderwertigkeitskomplex

Inhalt: Kuroo fällt aus allen Wolken als Oikawa ihm eröffent, dass alle Zeichen für ihn und Iwaizumi auf Scheidung stehen. Aber vielleicht kann seine eigene Geschichte mit Kenma den beiden ja dabei helfen klar zu sehen, dass sie einander einfach nur wirklich zuhören müssen. Die IwaOi- und die KuroKen-Liebesgeschichten.

Leseprobe:

„Also schön“, meinte Kuroo nach einiger Zeit, „Wie schlimm ist es?“

Tooru lachte bitter. Sehr schlimm wäre eine Untertreibung. „Ich denke, dass wir uns scheiden lassen werden“, sagte er dann leise.

Kuroo blickte ihn einen Moment lang überrascht an. „Scheiße, Tooru“, entfuhr es ihm dann, „Das kann doch nicht dein Ernst sein?!“

Lest weiter:

Meine „Haikyuu!!“-Fics:

Von gebrochenen Flügeln und geheilten Herzen

A/B/O-AU, Kagehina, Oikawa/Iwa, Kenma/Kuroo, Bokuto/Akaashi, Asahi/Noya, Takeda/Ukai, A/B/O-Dynamik,  Angst, Seximus, Intersex (in Bezug aus das sekundäre Geschlecht), Verbitterung. Spoiler für Staffel 4, die OVAs, sowie Manga-Spoiler, Für Hinata Shouyou ging es nicht um Volleyball an sich, nicht wirklich. Oikawa Tooru hatte sich Volleyball nicht ausgesucht, Volleyball hatte sich ihn ausgesucht. Kozume Kenma war immer schon etwas anders als die meisten anderen gewesen. Akaashi Keiji war sich durchaus der Tatsache bewusst, dass er sich glücklich schätzen konnte, dass er als Beta geboren worden war. Takeda Ittetsu war sich durchaus darüber im Klaren, dass seine Beharrlichkeit seine beste Charaktereigenschaft war. Sekundäre Geschlechter im modernen Japan ändern den Canon ein wenig zum Besseren, vielleicht.

Lonley at the Top

Verzweifeln werde ich erst dann, wenn ich nicht mehr Volleyball spielen kann. Wer hätte je gedacht, dass diese Worte ihn einmal verfolgen würden? Kageyamas Leben ändert sich mit einem Schlag, was ihn und Hinata vor neue Herausforderungen stellt und sie einander wieder näher kommen lässt. Spoiler für Staffel 4, die OVAs, sowie Manga-Spoiler, Angst, Schwere Verletzung, Depression, Kagehina, sowie die anderen obligatorischen Zuspieler/Angreifer-Pairings (die kommen später noch vor), außerdem viel Inter-„Dating“ in der queeren japanischen Volleyballgemeinschaft.

All Our Troubles Will Be Out of Sight

Weihnachtsfic im Stil einer Rom-Com. Kageyamas Herz ist gebrochen, und die bevorstehenden Feiertage machen alles nur noch schlimmer. Und die Tatsache, dass aus verschiedensten Gründen jeder zu denken scheint, dass er in Ushijima seine neue Liebe gefunden hat, macht die Dinge auch nicht besser. Kagehina, Hinata/Astumu, Ushijima/Oikawa, Kageyama/Ushijma (nicht wirklich), Manga-Spoiler, Angst, Pretend Relationship, Missverständnisse (eine Menge davon).

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

Hell Mission III

Hello dears!

Right now, I’m having a hard time, both my mind and life want to make things difficult for me. This is why I needed some IwaOi, I know this ff is not very popular, but I really enjoy writing it, so please bear with me and my selfish needs :3 I think this turned out pretty well and I’m very excited for the next one, I’m planning a wonderful scene *.*

I hope you enjoy this,

Have a wonderful day, dears! 

Chapter: 1, 2

Iwaoi FF, SecretAgent!Iwaizumi x ProPlayer!Oikawa

Hell Mission III: Fitting

Iwaizumi shouldn’t have been surprised that, as predicted, he had underestimated Oikawa.

But, to be honest, that level of pettiness was something he had never seen before.

He had been right: Oikawa had decided to be shitty and petty to avenge the offend of having been knocked unconscious.

“…and he nearly begged me to let him take a photo of me, he was so desperate I couldn’t refuse him,” Oikawa told his female fan club, who giggled and awed loudly, shamefully staring at Iwaizumi.

The secret agent clenched his jaw so hard he could hear the teeth cracking, but managed to remain impassible. And red, but thankfully that could be interpreted as bashfulness -fitting Oikawa’ story- and not to the murderous rage he was feeling.

“He stumbled when I took his hand for the first time!”

For a second, that morning, Iwaizumi had naively believed that Oikawa would have punished him with the silent treatment, since he hadn’t spoken one word to the raven while they prepared and walked to the dining room, but, unfortunately, the brunet was only waiting for the right scenario to fulfill his revenge: Embarrass Iwaizumi in every way possible.

“His cuteness is captivating, I swear, I know right now he is being shy,” Oikawa continued, completely draped over the boy sitting next to him, “But he’s the softest, most tender and attentive guy I’ve ever accepted to date. Right, Hiri-chan?” he asked, artfully tilting his head to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes.

“Right…” he hissed through gritted teeth, but luckily the ladies were too busy squealing to hear his growl, in clear contrast with the rosy image of the shy fan, completely head over heels for the great Oikawa, that the brunet himself had depicted until now.

Oikawa’s fake, soft gaze sharpened, and he smirked satisfied. He tightened his grip on Iwaizumi’s neck and straightened to move closer to his ear.

“Come on, Hiri-chan, treat me right or you’ll blow up our cover,” he purred slyly, and Iwaizumi felt his self-control cracking.

He put a hand behind the brunet’s nape and pulled him closer until his lips were brushing again the delicate skin of Oikawa’s ear.

“Don’t tempt me, Shittykawa,” he growled lowly, sending shivers down his spine, “I’m already thinking of letting them have your sorry ass…”

The girls squealed loudly, and Oikawa jerked back.

Iwaizumi noticed a faint blush on his cheeks as he pouted annoyed, and smirked satisfied. The pretty boy wanted to play with fire? He was fucking ready.

“Not professional,” the brunet hissed under his breath, making sure to plant his chin with all his strength in Iwaizumi’s chest as he hugged him again.

The agent grimaced for a fraction of second, but retaliated by wrapping an arm around his waist and pinching his side. Oikawa muffled a yelp.

“You’re so lovey-dovey…” a lady sighed happily, gazing at them.

“You can’t even imagine…” the two muttered in unison, faking a polite smile.

Their public cheered joyfully and started again with the questions.

“Have you kissed yet?” one asked ravenously.

Oikawa lighted up and the agent knew he was going to regret not smacking his head against the table before he could answer.

“Not yet!” He chirped, before winking at them, “You know, virgins like to take it slow…”

The girls shrilled.

“So pure, Iwaizumi-san,” Akaashi smirked in his ear. Bokuto and Kuroo were cackling like hysterical hyenas in the background.

Iwaizumi swore that, in one way or another, he would have made Oikawa Tooru pay.

~~

“Eh, Hiri-chan?” Oikawa grinned mischievously, “Do you want me to go with you even to the bathroom?”

Iwaizumi didn’t bother answering and continued dragging the boy towards the restroom.

“Akaashi, is it free?”

“Yes, it is.” The other agent wisely decided to avoid commenting the course of action of his teammate, clearly on the verge of exploding.

“Good.”

Iwaizumi kicked the door opened, threw Oikawa inside, slammed it closed and roughly pushed the brunet against the wall.

“I’ve had enough,” he growled with pure, cold rage, as he banged the hands at the sides of his head.

The other man stared at him with wide eyes. Leaving alone the fact that the agent pining him to the wall, caught in his fury, was annoyingly hot and Oikawa felt weak, he may had been aware that maybe he had exaggerated a little. Especially if taking into account that Hiri-chan was probably capable of snap his neck in two. However, he was still offended by the treatment of the night before, especially after the nice let’s-open-to-each-other moment they’d had. So, fuck it, he wasn’t going to take the first step back.

“Of what?” he asked, faking indifference. He crossed his arms and gave him a mighty glance; Oikawa didn’t want him to see even an ounce of his fear.

“You’ve had your little revenge and embarrassed me all morning,” Iwaizumi spoke slowly and calmly, and somehow it was even scarier than if he had started screaming, “Now, stop it. I’m working and you’re exaggerating. I can’t allow it.”

Oikawa frowned, “Or what? You’ll hit me?” he hissed.

Iwaizumi slammed again his hand against the wall and Oikawa quivered.

“Stop being an idiot! There’s no way I would hit you for real! Even if you make it sound like a wonderful idea,” he roared, glaring daggers at the boy.

“Well, you already did!” Oikawa argued, clenching his jaw.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, “I put you to sleep because I had to work.”

“I didn’t want to! And I’m not a child!” Oikawa’s voice trembled with repressed anger, the hurt was visible in his eyes.

“You promised to do what I say,” Iwaizumi observed more calmly. He was starting to realize what had really ticked off the brunet and was willing to settle things peacefully instead of using force.

At his words, Oikawa scowled harder, but the flames in his eyes dimmed.

“There was no need to hit me…” he repeated stubbornly.

Iwaizumi took a deep breath and mustered all his self-control.

“Oikawa, I’m not treating you like a child. I’m treating you like a person I have to protect,” he explained softening his rough tone, “If you can’t follow my instructions, it can be dangerous for yours and my safety. I need you to behave in cases of need, you can’t get in the way of my job.”

That…that stung.

The brunet deflated and lowered his eyes; Iwaizumi could see his remorse in the way he bit his bottom lip or averted his eyes.

“Oikawa?”

The brunet scrunched his nose and clenched his fists, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to…get in the way of your job.”

Iwaizumi finally relaxed and felt all his anger and stress vanish. With the shadow of a smile on the lips, he gently ruffled his soft locks.

“I’m sorry too, for reacting too harshly, I didn’t want you to feel belittled” he apologized in a murmur.

Oikawa’s head perked up and his mouth curved into a surprised “o”.

“I-it’s okay…” he stuttered, taken aback by Iwaizumi’s apology.

The raven was relieved to see that any trace of fury or hurt seemed, for now, to have disappeared from his doe eyes; mirth suited them better and-

“Holy shit! He’s just apologized!” Bokuto’s voice pierced his eardrum.

“He liiiiiiikes him.”

“I ship it!”

“Fuck!” Iwaizumi frowned, “Shut up!”

“What?” Oikawa blurted, shocked.

“Ah, not you.”

“Nice kabedon, Iwa~” Kuroo chuckled, “Very sexy.”

Iwaizumi jerked back from that ambiguous position as if the wall had caught on fire, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He was so busy cursing and insulting his friends, that he completely missed the way Oikawa pouted at his move.

Now that they were having a nice moment and the agent was smiling, there his friends ruined- Wait, his friends?

Oikawa’s eyes sparkled as he threw himself over Iwaizumi.

“Are they your friends? Your teammates?” he asked curiously, before leaning against his ear, “HELLO FRIENDS OF HIRI-CHAN!”

“FUCK OIKAWA!” Iwaizumi yelled, shoving him off. He had pierced his eardrum!

“CAN YOU HEAR ME?!”

“Yes, they can! Don’t scream! Fuck!”

Kuroo and Bokuto were laughing so loudly they risked suffocation.

“Hiri-chan! I am a genius!” Kuroo cackled.

“Can we adopt him?”

“Obviously we can adopt him’”

“Motherfuckers…” Iwaizumi, growled, trying to keep the brunet at distance.

“IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU! HIRI-CHAN IS VERY GRUMPY!”

“Damn Oikawa!” Iwaizumi smacked his head, “Where’s Silver?”

“He had a check to do and left us here!

“Fantastic.”

“Hiri-chan! Let me talk with them!” Oikawa whined, pulling his arm, but the man flicked his forehead.

“No way!”

“But Hiri-chan!”

“Don’t be a pest Shittikawa, I already told you they can hear you anyway.”

Oikawa beamed happily.

“Oh my God. Flirting with a boy in front of your mother!” Kuroo faked an outraged gasp, “You don’t have any sense decency.”

“You’re disgusting!” Iwaizumi grimaced.

“I’m not disgusting!” Oikawa pouted.

“Damn! Not you!” Iwaizumi panicked, “Fuck you Black…” hissed under his breath as the other agent laughed loudly.

“Can you tell Oikawa I say hi?” Bokuto meddled, “And that I’m his fan! I’d love to hit his tosses!”

“No, Golden,” he replied sternly, but the other man let out a high-pitched screech. Akaashi called that the “owl cry” and Bokuto used it to whine when he wanted something. And the only way to shut him up was surrendering or knock him unconscious.

“I’ll kill you!” Iwaizumi growled, but the other kept producing that hellish sound, “Okay! Okay! Fine! Stop!”

Oikawa was observing him amused, maybe slightly perplexed. And curious, incredibly curious. There it was another nuance of the secret agent whose job was protecting his life, a man he didn’t know nothing about. Nothing, but he wanted to know so bad. So, so bad.

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi, pinching the bridge of his nose out of exasperation, cleared his throat, “My…stupid friend, Golden, says hi.”

Oikawa snorted, hiding his mouth.

“Hi?”

“IWAAAAAAA”

“And that he’s your fan and would gladly hit your tosses,” he added, and the man stopped yelling his name.

Oikawa smiled warmly.

“Thank you, Golden-san! I’d love to play with you as well!” He assured, waving his hand a bit unsure, not knowing if they could see him or not.

“There,” Iwaizumi grunted, crossing his arms, “Happy now?”

“YES!”

“I really want this guy with us,” Kuroo added, “Please, marry him.”

“YES PLEASE. IT WOULD BE GREAT!”

“Iwaizumi, don’t disappoint us.”

Iwaizumi hid his eyes behind the palm. He couldn’t survive their stupidity.

Luckily, Akaashi arrived to save him from that torture.

“Move!”

“Com’on Akas-”

“Koutarou. Now.” Startled by the sudden seriousness, Iwaizumi could hear Bokuto literally pushing Kuroo on the ground to make space for his boyfriend. The boy crashed into his chair and grabbed the microphone to talk with Iwaizumi, that had already tensed up.

“Iwaizumi, they’re on the move. The group is agitated. We’ve heard rumors, it seems they have one of theirs infiltrated as a guest too.”

Oikawa observed the abrupt change of expression on Iwaizumi’s face and felt his blood freezing. He knew what it meant, the furrowed brows, the clenched jaw, and the burning eyes…he knew.

They were coming.

“Don’t leave him alone, at any cost. I’ll send Black and Golden to guard the perimeter, but we can’t do anything for the one inside. He’s yours.”

“Don’t worry,” Iwaizumi replied icily, “He won’t be able to touch Oikawa.”

Shivers ran down the brunet’s spine at the mention of his name in that tone of voice and, for a second, he even forgot the imminent threat. The secret agent in front of him was the only thing filling his thoughts. He was so screwed he was sort of high-school-first-crush pathetic.

They exchanged some more information before Iwaizumi cut off the communications. He took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders, as he molded the tense expression in a relaxed one.

“Come on,” he told Oikawa, “We’ve to return to the party.”

“They’re coming,” the other replied, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves. He would have liked to hide the trembling in his voice, but they were talking about Yakuza. Yakuza. He would have been a fool if he hadn’t been scared.

Oikawa was a fighter, he never backed down, he never bowed. On the court, he was a force to reckon. But he was also a twenty-four guy who still had a lot of dreams to fulfill and experiences to live before dying. He was, simply put, not ready to say goodbye. Not yet.

Iwaizumi’s green eyes softened, and he walked to the man, gently taking his hand.

“I already told you, Shittykawa, until I’m here, nobody will hurt you,” he reassured him in a murmur, making sure to meet his gaze, “I’ll protect you, okay? I’ll protect you. Don’t worry.”

Oikawa swallowed, but the determination in the agent’s eyes didn’t leave space for doubts, so he nodded and squeezed his hand back.

“I don’t want to die…” he admitted in a small, frail whisper. His brown eyes were blown wide and for only a moment he let all his walls fall, he let him in, with the hope of finding someone ready to keep his pieces together.

And Iwaizumi was there, with the steel resolution and adamant will to protect Oikawa.

“You won’t,” Iwaizumi eyes burned with fierce determination, “I won’t let you die. Never.”

“Can you promise me?”

“Yes,” Iwaizumi replied without batting an eyelash, brushing away the chestnut locks from his eyes and lingering with the fingers on his skin, “I’ll keep you safe, they won’t get near you and in two weeks you’ll be fighting on your favorite court again, perfectly unharmed. I can promise it over my life.”

Oikawa stretched a weak smile, “You really like your job,” he joked, mourning the loss of contact when Iwaizumi retracted the hand from his head.

But Iwaizumi tilted the head and his forehead creased.

“It’s not just my job,” he said slowly, swallowing his common sense, but he had never liked lying and he wanted at least for Oikawa to know that, “I truly want to keep you safe. So, please, don’t do anything stupid and let me protect you.”

The brunet stared at him as his cheeks caught fire.

“F-fine…” he stuttered, suddenly looking at the floor, “But please don’t die on me. I could never live with that regret!”

The agent scoffed, “Don’t worry, I’m tougher than what I look like, I’m not an alpha agent for nothing,” he assured confidently.

Oikawa let out a nervous chuckle, “And I thought I was the egocentric one.”

Iwaizumi shrugged, “That’s probably why they’ve assigned you to me,” joked, making the other grin.

They fell again in silence and Iwaizumi waited for Oikawa to find his composure; he observed quietly how the boy stabilized his own breaths and cleaned his expression from any sign of fear.

“Are you ready?” Iwaizumi asked softly.

Oikawa grimaced, “Can’t we lock ourselves in my room?”

“I’m afraid not,” the other chuckled.

The raven offered a small smile and hooked their arms together, pulling slowly Oikawa out of the restroom. He didn’t say a single word about how Oikawa held tight on him nor about the way his voice was slightly higher when he spoke again, and the brunet appreciated it from the bottom of his heart.

“You know what awaits us now, Hiri-chan?” Oikawa whispered in his ear, “Forgetting the whole avoid-getting-murdered thing, obviously.”

The man snorted, “What?”

“It’s time for the official photos together!”

“Oh hell.”

 An hour later, they were in the garden with all the other guests, getting bombarded with photos. Oikawa was a natural, he looked good in every photo and didn’t seem tired of it no matter how many times he was asked to pose for. Iwaizumi, on the other side, felt like dying. He was stiff and his smile just a shadow, not used to being photographed; all the professionals hired to capture the happiness of the guests looked at him with pity or frustration.

Luckily, the news about their relationship had spread like fire, so everyone knew about Iwaizumi and allowed him to follow Oikawa or be in the photos with him without many questions; not that he would have accepted a different arrangement after Akaashi’s warning. He refused to leave the man’ side at any cost.

It happened in a second, while they were talking during a break; Oikawa was poking fun at him for drinking juice like a child instead of wine -not that Iwaizumi had a choice, he was on duty – and Iwaizumi was replying with some jokes about Oikawa’s childish behavior.

The brunet suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders; he caught Iwaizumi mid-laugh as he chirped “Cheese!”, and he had just the time to turn his eyes to the camera before the flash blinded him.

Oikawa let out a thrill of joy and rushed to the man who held an old Polaroid, while Iwaizumi rubbed his eyes, deeply confused about what had just happened.

“Oi Oikawa!”

But the man didn’t answer, staring with wide eyes full of stars at the photo in his hands. Hypnotized, in a total, blissful awe.

Frowning, Iwaizumi reached him and peeked over his shoulder.

At first, he was too busy gazing at Oikawa’s wide and genuine smile, with shining and mirthful eyes, to notice what had captured Oikawa’s heart; then, he realized he was laughing. Since Oikawa had moved suddenly, the Iwaizumi in the photo was still laughing, the eyes were glinting and his lopsided smile was bright and adorned with dimples that had stolen Oikawa’s breath.

It was a photo of them, being happy together.

“I love it,” Oikawa whispered, tracing their profile with a finger, “Can I keep it?” He raised his eyes to Iwaizumi, hopefully. The agent had already informed him that, after the mission, all the photos of him were going to be deleted.

“Please, I beg you,” Oikawa prayed, biting nervously then inside of his cheek.

Iwaizumi was still staring at them, as surprised as the brunet had been, because…he seemed happy. He didn’t have many photos of himself being genuinely happy, with a proper smile. Yet, there he was, hugging a beautiful man and laughing with him as a match made by heaven. Damn, he didn’t like to brag nor he thought highly of himself, but he couldn’t avoid thinking they looked good together; not only from an aesthetical point of view, but it was the way their gaze met and their bodies latched to each other.

It was absurd seeing it from outside, he could have never imagined they could look like that. Now, he partially understood Oikawa’s fangirls excitement that morning.

Iwaizumi felt, for the first time, the scary, thrilling sensation of fitting together with another person. He fitted with Oikawa. Maybe he was just being delusional, but the longer he watched it, the stronger he felt it. They matched. They should have been like that, he wanted that.

“Hiri-chan?”

Iwaizumi snapped back from his thoughts and shook his head.

“Ah? You…can, but you’ve to promise to never show it to anyone, anyone. Or I’ll personally burn it,” he replied roughly, averting his eyes. Because yes, they fitted and yes, Iwaizumi wanted that, but the truth was he was just working as Oikawa’s bodyguard and soon everything would end. They lived in different worlds that weren’t meant to mix.

Okawa deflated a little at his sudden scowl, believing that Iwaizumi was angry for having been forced to take another photo; probably, after the end of that week, it was going to be a mess deleting all those pieces of evidence of his existence. But Oikawa needed that, he needed a proof of those days, a proof that the agent had been with him and protected him. A memory, something to look at and remember what it felt fitting together with another person, clicking like they were made to be side by side from the start; even if he couldn’t have the man, he could at least have the physical memory.

“Oikawa-san! Please come!” A man interrupted their shared, painful silence and literally dragged him away toward the center of the garden, for the final photos with the other important guests. Iwaizumi followed him like a shadow and waited near the photographer, his eyes glued to Oikawa, bearing such an intensity that the brunet could feel his cheeks reddening.

He sighed, as he was pulled into a group hug by the others.

“I just want to tell him…” he thought, glancing at the raven, “I just want to have a chance.”

“Alright! It’s the end, for today!”

Oikawa was walking toward Iwaizumi, who was waiting patiently while scanning the surrounding, when his phone vibrated, distracting him. Curious about the sudden text, he slowed down and quickly unlocked it. Maybe it was Suga.

Ah, the sender was unknown.

He opened it.

His eyes widened, his heart halted, and his mind shattered.

“Don’t say a word or your boyfriend dies. Don’t call for help, don’t scream, don’t panic. Do what I tell you or we shoot him.”

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Buy Me A Flower / Ko-Fi

[fangirlism-for-life]

Im supposed to be sleeping but before i go to bed i need to post this 😭

I wanted to go back to clips of iwa and oiks dub moments bcs i remember what oikawa's dub and sub voice sounds like but i forgot what iwa sounds like.

So i was rewatching some and i have to admit im replacing my previous favorite moment w this one bcs i cannot stop laughing at it and iwas 'as you wish' is sarcastic but reminds me the princess bride so eeeek 🤧👌🏽

[nitaekook]

Haikyuu!! Masterlist

Give You Love [BokuAka] - Updates Fridays

by nitaekook | 4/? | NR | 17,496

Akaashi Keiji faces the pressures of school and family while navigating his deepening relationship with Bokuto Koutaro. As they grow closer, the challenges of being open about their feelings weigh on Akaashi, especially under the scrutiny of others. With Bokuto’s unwavering support, Akaashi begins to find his footing, and together, they focus on their shared goal: leading their volleyball team to Nationals, despite the obstacles that stand in their way.

Chapter 1 | Calm: Unraveled

Chapter 2 | Shifting Ground

Chapter 3 | Pressure Points

Latest Chapter: Chapter 4 | Hidden Currents

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Overdrive [IwaOi] - Updates Wednesdays

by nitaekook | 3/? | NR | 10,160

Iwaizumi Hajime, a former MotoGP racer, struggles with life after a career-ending accident. Isolated and restless, he’s invited by Bokuto to an underground street race, where he unexpectedly encounters Oikawa Tooru. Watching Oikawa dominate the race with a custom-built car, Iwaizumi is impressed by his skill and drive. The thrill of the event stirs something in Iwaizumi, and though he tries to push it away, he can’t shake the pull of the racing world he thought he’d left behind.

Chapter 1 | DNF

Chapter 2 | Crossroads

Latest Chapter: Chapter 3 | Unraveling

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Slipstream [BokuAka] - Updates Mondays

by nitaekook | 4/12 | NR | 13,725

Akaashi Keiji prepares for his Formula 1 debut at the Bahrain Grand Prix, determined to prove himself amid accusations of nepotism. His confidence is shaken when Bokuto Koutarou, a mechanic from Vetra Dynamics, unexpectedly joins the race as a last-minute substitute, starting from the back. Despite having no formal racing background, Bokuto’s raw, instinctive driving style allows him to surge through the pack. As the race progresses, Akaashi’s calculated precision is tested when Bokuto closes in, leading to an intense battle between the two, neck and neck for position.

Chapter 1 | Reckless Precision

Chapter 2 | Fixation on the Fast Lane

Chapter 3 | Driven to Distraction

Latest Chapter: Chapter 4 | Showdown in the Desert

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Updated Often 💕💕💕

[gladiatortale]

SakuAtsu and IwaOi are shipped by the same type of people. They are sibling ships with a six year age gap that refuse to agree on ANYTHING.

[mrs-nubenueve]

a small art piece for “Let down your hair” by the talented @redroseinsanity—a Bokuaka fantasy one-shot that features prince!Bokuto and gorgon!Akaashi. their interaction is a short one, but absolutely lovely. if you like these two, if you like fantasy, i definitely recommend checking it out…ah, i just couldn’t help myself with this one 💗